It's fuckin ackriteQuestion is can I get some? Know what I'm saying?Ack-rite, bitchWhen I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I'm saying?When I yank you by the fuckin' armDon't be looking at a nigga crazyJust give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?Let me break it down for y'all

It was just one of those daysWhen I wanted to catch sunraysHave fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoonMy nigga Babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavorsAnd the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunesZoom-zoom like the CommodoresWonder will we have drama or, end up clowning whoresAround the full good-to-go girlsLike them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, babyI be postin all-world in the rideSipping 151 that gave me too much pride to back downSoon as we get to The Beach I'mma put my fuckin mack downI'm playin lead, not the backgroundIt's time to put Bronson on the map nowWalk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smileCuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackriteI'mma have to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my rightStrap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fightSucker free for life, so you better think twice(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't likeSnatchin' up your honey for some late night hypeAnd snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Uh drink kicking in, I'm stimulatedFor those that don't know big words: I'm fuckin' fadedEighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spotOur first spot was cool till some gangsters made it hotNow we plot and posePlus we watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposedGetting swarmed by those type of niggasWith no game but brown-noseSo I impose only like pros can"Yo, is this your man?" "No"Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman"Bling! Gold chain gleam"You're very eligible for my summer league team"Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamedThen Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethrenI got mad, spit flame on the nameStefan, tattooed on her armHo you ain't the bomb, must be a dykeWitcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my rightStrap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fightSucker free for life, so you better think twice(And a give a nig' some ackrite)I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't likeSnatchin' up your honey for some late night hypeAnd snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite(So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Fronting on the ack-rite, causing me to act upGood Samaritans save that ho from getting slapped upMy homies crack up at the scene I madeYo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fadeIf it wasn't for the one-time brigadeI woulda sprayed at the hooker trampAs cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break campMake tracks, where else can we go to take hoesFrom fake macks? Ayo, chase them girlsIn that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured herNeckbone, looking back at usPlus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plushThey blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crushTry to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touchKeep it on hush without the tip-inMacking interrupted by some niggas set-trippingClip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my rightStrap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fightSucker free for life, so you better think twice(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't likeSnatchin' up your honey for some late night hypeAnd snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)